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Chapter 9
Ororo's Pov
I stepped out of the showers, rubbing a towel through my hair. The bad thing about such long hair is that it's so hard to dry. Near the large window, Jean was sleeping peacefully on her bed. She seemed to have taken an awkward position while sleeping. Her left foot was on the pillow and her right foot was hanging in the air. Her head was at the end of the bed, red hair sprawled all over the place and the blankets were in pile on the floor.
I laughed quietly and went back into the bathroom to change. A few minutes later, I walked out again, wearing a light blue sleeveless shirt with a matching skirt that reached up to my knees. As I walked over to my bed to get my shoes, a loud noise met my ears. Startled, I turned to see Jean snoring loudly, her mouth handing open with drool trickling out of the side of her mouth. Apparently, Jean has a nasty habit of snoring and drooling.
As I put on my white sandals, I chuckled softly at Jean. Even though she was so weird and we had completely different personalities, we've been best friends ever since I came to Xavier's school (A/N: that shows how nice Ororo is! Who else would be Jean's best friend!? With her being so bitchy all the time! No offence to Jean lovers out there, very sorry). I quickly scribbled a note to Jean and headed out the door to the lobby.
As I walked into the lobby, bright sunlight hit my eyes. I shielded my eyes from the sunlight and sat down at the nearest empty table. I was about to get up and get a cup of coffee when suddenly heard a familiar voice.
"Good morning." I turned around to see Logan, holding a cup of steaming coffee in his hands. He was wearing a thin, white tank top with a pair of rather tight jeans. I quickly turned around. Don't think about it Ororo. Don't even THINK about his nice abs and muscles. DON'T THINK ABOUT IT, ORORO! But no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't block out the image of him.
"Whatcha thinking about, darlin'?" Logan said, startling me. While I was thinking, Logan had slid into a seat at my table.
"Here," he said, handing me the cup of coffee, he laughed as he saw my shocked expression, "I thought that you would want it first thing in the morning, and don't worry, I didn't drink from it." I smiled at his reassuring face, and took a small sip. I felt warmth through my whole body.
"You like it? It's my own creation," Logan said, grinning like a little kid on a Christmas morning.
"Wow, it's so good. I feel like I've been sitting by a fire all day," I said, smiling, taking another sip.
"I know, I made it just for you," he said softly. I looked up at him to see if he was grinning like he usually would when he flirted with me, but there wasn't a trace of a grin.
"Logan…I don't…I….well, thanks," I stammered nervously, staring into the cup of coffee. For a moment, both of us didn't say anything.
"So we should go search for those kids now, right?" Logan said, breaking the silence.
"Yah, I guess, but shouldn't we wait for Scott and Jean?" I replied, taking another large drink from the cup.
"They'll probably sleep until noon. We cant wait that long, we have to find those kids by Christmas remember? (A/N: I know that it's not Christmas right now in real life, but on the 1st chapter, it was set on the few days before Christmas, so I have to continue the setting. Anyway, for those who don't know, Christmas in this fic is going to be in 2 days)," Logan said, "anyway, don't you want to spend some alone time with me?" I laughed as Logan wiggled his eyebrows suggestively. I guess he was back to his old self.
"Well, I guess if we leave them a note, it'll be okay," I replied, drinking the rest of the coffee. Logan nodded and took a pen out of his pocket.
"Thanks," I said as he handed it to me. I quickly scribbled a note on a napkin and gave it to the women behind the counter, telling her to give it to Jean or Scott when they wake up.
"Okay, we can go now," I said as I picked up my purse.
"Good, then let's go," Logan replied, heading out the door. I followed him and we walked over to the X-Car. It was dark blue and looked like an ordinary car, but actually, it had many different abilities. For one example, it could turn invisible and it had tons of weapons installed inside of it. We got into the car and drove out onto the road.
"So where are we headed, 'Ro?" Logan asked.
"Um…from my information, those two kids, Amy and Tidus Thompson, were last seen near the beach," I replied, checking the computer attached in the car. Logan nodded and drove towards the beach.
~*~*~*~*~*A few minutes later~*~*~*~~*~*
I opened the car door and stepped out, the smell of salt water reaching my nose. I looked around; there were many people at the beach. Little kids were chasing after each other or building a sand castle, just to have it washed away by the water. I reached into my purse and pulled out the picture of Amy and Tidus Thompson.
The girl had ice blue hair with cerulean tips, and her eyes were a beautiful shade of turquoise. Amy had three piercing, one the bottom of each ear, one at the top of the right ear and a belly button ring. The earrings were either blue or green. Amy was wearing an aqua tank top and blue pants with a green stripe going down one side. She wore shiny turquoise lip-gloss and eye shadow that matched her outfit.
The boy, Tidus Thompson, had really dark red colour that you can't buy from salons and dark royal blue eyes. He was wearing a pair of dark blue jeans that looked like they were 2 sizes too big and a black wife beater. He didn't have any piercing, unlike her sister, and while Amy was smiling in the picture, Tidus was wearing a grim and serious face. Anyone could tell that Tidus was the older one because he was taller than Amy and because of the look on his face. Tidus is 17 years old and Amy is a year younger than he is.
According to their file, they ran away from home when their parents found out about their mutant powers and began developing their powers by themselves. They both had very strong mutant powers. Tidus could change his appearance and regenerate body parts, and Amy could control any type of water. We had to find them before Magneto got to them. We don't even want to think about what kind of havoc Magneto could cause with those two kids in his hands.
"So those are the squirts we need to look for?" Logan said, looking over my shoulder and at the picture.
"Yes, so where should we look first?"
"Hm….maybe around the beach and stuff today, and we can search the shops by the beach tomorrow," Logan answered, scratching his head. I nodded. We walked down from the parking lot and onto the beach.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~an hour later~*~*~*~*~*~*
"Where can those stupid kids be?" Logan grumbled. We had spent an hour, walking around the beach, trying to find those kids. Then we asked people around us if they've seen them. All of them said no.
"Yo lady!" Logan shouted to an old woman selling ice cream.
"Yes?" the lady answered with a Chinese accent.
"Have you seen these two kids before?" Logan asked, showing her the picture.
"You want ice cream?"
"No, have you seen those kids before?"
"What kind ice cream you want?"
"I don't want ice cream! Have you seen these kids before?!" Logan said impatiently.
"You want ice cream?"
"HOLY SHIT! NO I DON'T WANT SOME GOD DAMN ICE CREAM! LADY, HAVE YOU OR HAVE YOU NOT SEEN THESE KIDS BEFORE!??!?!!?" Logan shouted in the poor old woman's face.
"Ice cream?" the old woman said, holding up a cone. Before Logan could start yelling again, I quickly grabbed his arm and dragged him away from the woman.
"Logan, she clearly doesn't understand English," I said.
"Oh…well that explains a lot," Logan said, then we watched the old woman try to sell ice cream to a couple of teens. She failed miserably and the teens just ended up laughing at her. "You want some ice cream?" Logan asked with a strange look on his face.
"Uh…sure," I replied, confused. Logan flashed me a grin and jogged up to the woman again.
"Ice cream?" The woman asked, smiling holding up an ice cream cone.
"Yah, two please," Logan said, holding up to fingers to show her.
"Yes, two ice creams is 3 dollar," the old woman said, he voice thick with a Chinese accent. Logan nodded and reached into his pocket for his wallet.
"Here your ice cream," the old woman said, handing him two ice cream cones with strawberry ice cream.
"Thanks, here's your money," Logan replied, and as I took the cones, he handed her a 100 dollar bill. Before the old woman could protest, Logan grabbed my hand and we walked away. I chuckled as I licked my ice cream.
"What's so funny, darlin'?"
"I never thought that I would ever see the great Wolverine being so nice," I replied, laughing.
"I don't know what you're talking about, I just didn't have any change!" Logan lied, but his grinning face betrayed him.
"Whatever you say Logan," I licked my ice cream again, "anyway, I think that it was real sweet of you." Logan's grin widened even more.
"You want to go back to the hotel?" I offered, as we finished our ice cream. Logan opened his mouth to say something when we spotted a crowd.
"Let's see what they're looking at first, okay?" Logan replied, walking towards the crowd. We squeezed through all the people to see an old man in the centre. In front of him was a table, covered in clamshells.
"Ladies and gentlemen! According to legend, when two people find two pearls inside one clam shell, then that means that they are meant to be together. In front of me are a bunch of clams I caught, have a try! Only 5 dollars a try!" Around us, people were mumbling to their friends to see if they should try.
"Hey! We'll try!" Logan suddenly shouted, waving a 5-dollar bill in his hand.
"Good! Come on up, you two!" the old man shouted. before I could protest, Logan grabbed my arm and pulled me up to the centre of the crowd with him.
"Now pick any clam and I'll open it for you!" The old man told us when Logan handed him the 5-dollar bill. I looked at Logan and he smiled.
"You pick one, 'Ro."
"Me? Why don't you pick one, Logan? You're the one that paid," I protested.
"But you're my lucky star, 'Ro," Logan said, giving me a small wink.
"Alright then," I answered. I looked at all the clams on the table, trying to decide which one to pick. There were small clams, large clams and medium clams. I bit my lip. Which one should I take? Then a glint caught my eye. There was medium sized clam near the end of the table. I don't know why, but instinct told me to pick that clam. So I reached over, picked it up and then handed it to the old man.
"Now let's see if you got a pearl, or not!" the old man exclaimed. He took a screwdriver and started to pry it open.
The shell popped open and….inside were 2 beautiful pearls!
"Congratulations! You two have picked a clam that held TWO pearls!" the old shouted loudly. The people around us clapped loudly and cheered. A blush raised up my cheeks. I looked up at Logan to see him smiling his slow smile and I felt a slow smile coming to my face too.
"Here are your pearls, Mister!" The old man said, handing Logan the two pearls that were inside the clam. They were shiny and beautiful, only as big as a marble.
"Wow, they're beautiful," I said as I picked up one of the pearls and looked at it.
We walked out of the crowd. Behind us, we could hear the old man announcing that there weren't any pearls in the next clam.
"So, I guess we should back to the hotel," I said after a while.
"Yah, I guess," Logan replied, walking towards the car.
"Wait! Logan, here, I want you to have the pearl," I said, giving the pearl back to him.
"But why…"
"You paid for it and everything, so this pearl belongs to you, right?"
"Yah, I guess…" Logan said, looking hurt that I didn't want to keep the pearl.
"Er…" I searched my brain for something to change the subject, "some people say that when two people find two pearls in a clam, that means that they're meant to be together." I blushed. I didn't mean to say that! Stupid, stupid thing to say! Logan grinned as he saw the blush rising up my cheeks
"I believe that."
"You do?" I exclaimed, eyes widening.
"Yah, 'course. I mean we did get the clam and everything and…er…um….you want to go out and get something to eat?" Logan asked, smiling nervously, "I mean, you don't have to, but I thought that maybe you were hungry and---"
"Sure," I blurted out.
"Really?!" Logan smile widened.
"Yes, I would love to," I answered, starting to grin too.
"So what do you want to eat?"
"It doesn't matter," I answered. We started to walk towards the car. For a while, both of us didn't say anything, too happy to speak, I guess. Then, when we were near the car, I felt Logan's hand slip into mine. I looked up at him and saw that he was smiling. I looked down at my feet and felt a smile rise up my face. I looked up at him and squeezed his hand. For some reason, I started to laugh, and soon, we were both laughing.
Jean's Pov.
I walked into the lobby and looked at the clock. HOLY SHIT! It was already 2:00 pm! I spotted Scott and sat down at his table. He was drinking a cup of coffee with a sour expression on his face.
"We sure slept late!" I said, taking a bite out of his bagel, "what's the matter? Coffee taste nasty or something?" Scott didn't reply and just handed me a napkin.
"What's this?" I looked down and read:
Dear Jean and Scott,
Logan and I are going out to search for the kids, we didn't want to wake you up, but we wanted to hurry up and find the kids. We'll be back later.
~Ororo
"WHAT!?"
"Shut up, Jean," Scott said, as people turned around to look at me.
"HOW CAN I!? ORORO AND LOGAN ARE ALONE RIGHT NOW! WE HAVE NO IDEA WHAT THEY'RE DOING! HOW CAN YOU BE SO CALM!??!?" I shouted, getting up, anger cursing through my body.
"Sit down Jean," Scott ordered. Something in his face told me that he had a plan.
"Don't worry Jean, we'll get what we want. I've got a plan."
"You do?! Tell me!"
"Alright," Scott said, grinning evilly. And as he told me his plan, I started to grin too.
"That's brilliant!"
"I know, but remember, we'll start the plan after we find those kids."
"I can't wait," I smiled, taking another bite of the bagel.
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